It can come in all shapes and forms, but it always seems to send one message: Time. An hourglass has sands, ticking down each second, making each one seem as precious as your last. Then there's a wineglass, you just sip away at expensive tastes in luxury, or perhaps to celebrate an event, savoring each moment that even a drop is left in your mouth. Perhaps you can even compare it to a glass window, so delicate looking and yet so firm, standing headfast until the moment it realizes it is not immortal and shatters. In all these instances, glass, time and time again, seems to stand the test of time, age, and all other things associated with it
